Everything needs to be
blocked out
all sounds that have
nothing to do with what’s
before me
others have their callings
places they worship
distant precipices
or deserts
but here
I am selfishly
willfully yielding
my attention
I am haunted by the
aroma and authority
the force lurking
below the surface
the ocean holds me,
its arms
its width and length
tempt me
Roger Singer 